The Barrel of a Shotgun

I am as calm as the barrel of a shotgun.

Smooth, firm, and steady
In my dark, steel length.

I am simple and stated in my own presence
Without words but their meanings.
My power is witnessed within itself.

There is simply me and the looming threat
That I’ll never speak of,
Because everyone to know me
Hears it as soon as them see me.
It’s as loud as scatter shot
Rupturing into a dove
On the dawn of a prairie’s morning.

I am as calm as an empty chamber.

I am as calm as the barrel of a shotgun.